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5/31/2016 2:45:46 AM
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Side Plot
[i][b]Attack[/b][/i]
With Rykers new suit finally done, he could focus on finding and killing Harbinger, and have a hope in hell of killing Garret. He had found Monica and hugged her, talked to her, and privately spoken to her about a couple things that were very important. She was to come with them to fight Harbinger. Ryker wanted this to be over with.
"Ellie, where are you?!"
Ryker called through the echoing tunnels of the camp.
English
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[spoiler]I don't think bringing the scared teenager to a battle is the best idea.[/spoiler] People gave him weird stares. The hallway was filled with people, and he seemed like a lunatic to scream like that. At this point he should know that his wife is in the Regimental Command office 100% of the time.
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Edited by cyberattaq: 5/31/2016 2:56:31 AM[spoiler]Shes got some tricks up her sleeve. Besides she was just in shock from the initial random appearance of being on the ship, she's actually pretty tough[/spoiler] He continued on, not really caring what they though. He went and found her, peering into the room she was in "Ellie?"
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Helmet on her head, she stared at the map of the ship. [i]"what do you want, Ryker?"[/i]
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"Gonna go find Harbinger, and then kill him. Wanna come with?" He smiles.
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[i]"wait wait wait. Before you, once again, throw yourself against a wall, let me tell you why it won't work. First of all, do you have any leads?"[/i]
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"Nope but, he's gonna try the second I'm out there so. He's pretty straightforward." He chuckles.
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[i]"Alright, first mistake, going in blind. Good start. Who are you bringing with you?"[/i]
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"My secret weapon, Monica." He smiles. "She's got... Interesting abilities she obtained from my sister."
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[i]"Good! A teenager with no experience whatsoever to get killed! Perfect. I have an even better strategy: why don't I take a shadowsword cannon, make a really big hole in the bulkhead and let you jump out of it? Sit down, Ryker."[/i]
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"Ha Ta ta Ta." Ryker says with his finger pointed upwards. ”You see... Monica has abilities that surpass even mine. Abilities that I've been training in our private sessions."
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[i]"Abilities that you're mediocre at. She is a nineteen year old girl. She isn't even major yet. She's staying here. End of discussion. Now [b]sit. Down."[/b][/i]
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"Come on honey trust me she's more than capable Samantha even trains her! She's an expert at most firearms and like six different forms of martial arts." Ryker says with a an exasperated tone. "She's more powerful that me. Which is saying something. But her abilities are more... Single use per day, that kinda thing, but bit are they powerful."
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[i][b]"She. Is. Nineteen."[/b][/i] She was using [i]that[/i] tone. No man in the universe could bear the pressure. [b][i]"Sit. Your. Arse. Down. And. Shut. Up."[/i][/b]
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Monica then walks in, suited up and ready to go. "Alright we gonna go...-" She looked awkward, realizing she had just walked into the middle of a heated argument. "Whatcha guys talking about?"
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[i][b]"You. Too."[/b][/i] She gently curls her hand into a fist, the leather creaking. [b][i]"Everyone. Sit. Down."[/i][/b]
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Monica gives Ryker a look. He gives her a look back. They both sit. Monica sighs and Ryker crosses his arms. "You're arguing about me going out aren't you?" Monica says softly.
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Edited by Shadlezz: 5/31/2016 3:27:47 AM[i]"No argument to be had. You're not going. Ryker has no authority here. I do. This is a military operation. I don't care about your shenanigans. I don't care how powerful you think you are. I don't care how much money you have. I'm in charge. I have the first and final word. [b][u]Is. That. Clear."[/u][/b][/i]
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Monica sighs sadly. "Yes ma'am." Ryker stays quiet, staring at the floor.
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[i]"Ryker, we've had this discussion a million times. You are the worst tactician ever born. I am the brains. Yes, your harbinger pony poses a certain threat. But there's a way to go about this. You're not a child, and I don't have time to clean up your mess. I have half a mind to lock you both up to make sure you don't pull mindless stunts. But it just so happens that I need you, Ryker, as bait. You'll have to do the thing you excel at in life. Sit there and look pretty. Is that enough?"[/i]
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Edited by cyberattaq: 5/31/2016 3:36:22 AMHe stands, looking at her. She sees something she's never seen in his eyes, a smoldering resentment. His eyes no longer looked soft and light. They were harsh, and cold. "Yes.... Ma'am...." He grinds out, quickly exiting the room. Monicas eyes were wide, that had never happened, ever. Ryker had never lost his cool, never grown angry at his wife.
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No time for sentiment. This is war. [i]"Good."[/i] She turned her invisible gaze to Monica. [i]"as for you, Young lady, it seems you already found yourself a new boyfriend. At least he can make sure you stay here. He seems smart enough. Just stay with him and listen to what he says, alright? I may seem harsh, but if you spent only twenty minutes in my shoes... only twenty minutes... you'd understand. Think of what your father and mother would say. Understand? And don't worry about uncle Ryker. He'll be fine. He has a very sensitive ego, that's all."[/i]
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"Maybe he just wants a little respect... He has done a lot of great things. He just wants what he deserves." She says with a shrug as she stands. "Maybe you two should talk... I may not be married but I think you guys need to have a down to earth, one on one discussion... Just my two cents though..." She pauses right before she exits. "Please... I hate seeing you to argue... You were always so good to each other..." She leaves.
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[i]"We can talk all he wants after this op is over. Now go tell him to bring his sulky butt to the field."[/i]
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Monica nods. She goes into the room Ryker is in, he sits on the edge of a bed, staring at the ground. Monica sits next to him. "She didn't mean any of that you know." "Did she? Did she really? I don't know, I'm starting to loose understanding of what's a joke and what's serious." He stands. "Uncle Ry come on..." He sighs. "I just... All I want is a little respect. All I want is just to be recognized. It may sound egotistical but... I just feel like I'm not equal. I feel like I'm leaser emotionally and in other people's eyes." She looks at him. "Ellie is always more collected... More calm... Organized. And every time I look at her... In her eyes all I see is contempt, in her words malice. I feel hated... By my own wife." He laughs dryly. Monica hugs him. "I love you Uncle Ry, even if Aunt Ellie doesn't, but she does. She's just stressed... And she's working, so just remember that. She loves you more than you know." Ryker sighs. "Thank you Monica... I assume she sent you to come and get me..." Ryker stands, and begins walking back to the office, eventually arriving, sitting down.
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A holographic board stood before them, she was already standing in the room with her command squad. [i]"Harbinger is desperate. He has no military assets that can rival ours at his disposal. His mind is that of rage and despair. He wants to kill, and he won't think of the rest. Usually, a madman is a difficult target to pin. But currently, given the situation, it could play to our advantage. In a warehouse far from here, Ryker will play the bait. Meanwhile, a full column of armoured support will be waiting, along with troops. We are setting up an ambush. I want masking fields, dampeners, the best stuff we have. Think like General Creed. And prepare for anything. Speed, strength, his tactics are unknown. But we're the 7th Baltic Manticores. Cadians are always ready, and always victorious."[/i]
